Author's note.

So, forget everything you knew about Beyblade as this is a completely different universe that only has the characters and their likeness in it. This is an actual original work of fiction I made, not published yet but will be eventually, since it wasn't getting many hits on Fictionpress I decided to put it up here under Beyblade with the characters.

The relationships in this fic will range from "okay, that makes sense" to "What the hell?" Trust me, it wasn't easy trying to pair characters to my OC's that originally were for this fic. The only real connection from the show is that Voltaire stays as Kai's grandfather, beyond that most of the characters are new to each other and past relationships don't matter.

This, of course is rated M for violence, blood, gore, sex, all that good stuff. It is Yaoi, KaixRay, did you suspect something different? Shame on you if you thought so. Originally the characters were not gay, only two characters were originally that way in the original. If you're interested in the original it's on Fictionpress under the same name as this one.

That's all for now, so enjoy the show!

The sun bright and the ground dry, but that didn't stop the little boy of about five from running. He continued to play as the sun beat down on his back, kissing his soft blue hair that flew in his face. An older woman, of about 25, chased the boy, but she was not going to hurt him; the sounds of their laughter filling the atmosphere gave it away. No, this woman was going to capture the little boy and then she would place him in a warm bath to be presentable for dinner.

The boy took a chance and looked over his shoulder, but he abruptly stopped, panting hard he no longer saw his mother behind him. His senses were keen, and he could smell his mother's scent coming down from a tree up above his little head. He took a few steps back till his back was placed against the trunk of a giant tree, one of the many that outlined his tiny village. Still panting with sweat trickling down his face he slipped around the trunk of the tree, not once peeling his back from its soft bark. As he let out a sigh and for a second glanced at the ground, a loud thud happened before him and there stood his mother.

Her face was thin, with long bright red-orange hair; some of the strands wrapped loosely in bands while the rest lay against her face. Her eyes a dark shade of purple-blue and her garments of the purest white, with delicate gold patterns around the hems of her long overcoat. Her pants tucked neatly into her boots that reached just above her ankles. At the top of her head sat two-pointed snow-white wolf-like ears.

They were part of a wolf-like race; there were many of their kind. Those of pure-blood sported the ears upon their heads, but they only came in after the first change. When that person came to change had yet to be fully understood, some felt great emotions to bring upon the change, while others simply reached a certain age. No two people are alike in how their bodies worked and brought out the wolf. Unlike the feral wolves in the world, these human-wolves came in assorted colors; some red as the flames of a fire, others the color of a dark-blue sky. Much faster, more alert, and the ability to become human. Like the feral wolves they were the same in size and stayed in packs to protect each other.

There were different kinds of blood throughout the world. The pure-bloods, half-bloods, inter-breeds, and mutts. Pure-bloods were born of two pure-bloods, a pure-blood and a half-blood. A half-blood and another half-blood, or a pure-blood and inter-bred. Some only considered a true pure-blood to be born of nothing but pure-blood lineage. The pure-bloods could live to 500 years of age, and their aging stopped around their 40th birthday.

A half-blood was born of human and pure-blood, though sometimes they were also born from a Mutt and inter-bred. Those born as a half-blood sported their wolf-like ears from birth, where their natural ears would go; extra hair grew in to cover the space on the sides of their heads. They only lived to 200 years of age, with their aging stopping between their 20th birthday. Unlike the pure-bloods, a half-blood had no control over themselves during a full moon. It was believed that because of the human and wolf blood mixed together, it created an imbalance within the person. An inter-bred was a mixture of Mutt and half-blood, sometimes a half and half. Other times they were born to a pure-blood and half-blood. Even though they represent a pure-blood, human traces of blood run in their veins. Those born as an inter-bred could live 50 years more than a half-blood, and their aging stopped around their 30th. A Mutt was the product of a half-blood and human; they share no traits of having the wolf blood within them, and are considered humans among some pure-bloods. They could live to be 100 years of age, and their aging stopped around their 50th birthday. While a human aged till death. The more common way for a human to be born was to have human parents, although sometimes a human would breed with a Mutt, but they would only produce humans.

The boy squeaked and was hoisted up in the air by his mother, who only could laugh at her son's failure in trying to run away. "You'll have to do better than that Kane!" His mother chuckled, as she put her small son on her right shoulder. They began to walk back to their small village.

"I tried my best." The little boy smiled.

"That you did son; that you did." His mother nodded in approval.

"I'll be better at it when my ears come in." The boy said, admiring his mother's perfectly smooth ears.

His mother frowned slightly, "All in good time Kane, the change will be much more painful than what you're expecting."

"Father said I will do fine." Kane said, still touching his mother's ears, watching them twitch as he barely placed his finger inside, touching the finer hairs. He always thought it amusing how they twitched.

"He's right you will do fine, I just want you to be ready. Try not to rush the change." His mother said, at the end of her sentence she pulled Kane from her shoulders and placed him on the ground. The boy stood only up to his mother's knees, he was the shortest child in the entire village.

Kane's mother pushed back a large limb and by doing so she revealed a large clearing of the forest, in it was their small village. It was adorned with small huts, even some small wooden built houses. The men and women that walked around had the wolf-like ears upon their heads, some of the children Kane's age and a bit older had them as well; not only was he the shortest, he was soon to be the only one without the wolf-like ears on his head. At the center of the village stood a larger hut than the rest and smoke rose from the center of the hut. Kane followed his mother to their home.

Kane's mother held back the curtain for her son to come in, pelts were scattered on the floor. A small fire and kettle sat directly in the center of the hut, to the right hung a small curtain that led to Kane's room. To the left hung another much thicker and bigger curtain, which led to his parent's room. It was a small home, but it worked for the three of them, with Kane's father being the pack leader, their home was slightly bigger than the others.

"Father, guess what I did"- "You need to wash up for dinner." His father scorned even before he looked at his son as he turned whatever was inside the pot.

"But father I wanted to tell you"- "Just go, now!" He got down in his face, his turning red with anger. Kane sunk back a bit and shuffled his feet to the wash basin that sat behind the hut.

His mother waited till he had left the hut before she stepped towards her husband, "He only wanted to tell you he found a wild boar and killed it, Voltaire." His mother's voice seemed timid and she stood there with her hands in her pockets.

"That's fine, but he needs to wash, dinners almost done." His father sighed and put his hands on his hips

He was a large tall man, towering over most of the others in the village. With dark greying hair, having come to finish his aging roughly 100 years ago. Amongst his long grey hair sat two white wolf-like ears, clear of any cuts or piercings; his pride and joy were his ears. He wore a white cloak over his clothes still in the same pure white color.

"You could have been a bit kinder to the boy, he's only 5…" His mother pleaded.

"You're too soft on him Emily; he needs a stricter upbringing by you. Or he might just turn into a flower." Voltaire huffed and went back into the 'kitchen' area of their hut.

"Forgive me my love; I'll try to keep a firmer hand on our boy." Emily sighed, taking the offered food from her mate.

*10 years later*

"One, two, and three…." Emily counted in her head as she lay in a patch of grass. Her paws stretched out and her tail wrapped around her body. The sun made her snow-white coat glisten in its blinding rays. She laid out as she waited for her son to 'sneak' up on her, which Kane was doing a terrible job of. His mother, in her wolf phase, had much higher senses and could hear her son's breathing across the field high in the trees.

They had been training for hours, all for the celebration of Kane's first change. It had been prophesied to his parents that when he would reach the age of 15, he would finally change into his wolf phase. This would gain him his long-awaited ears. After years of not having them, he was the talk of the village. Shunned by his once old friends, the only person who stood beside him was his mother. Even the girl he was betrothed to turned her back on him. His father seemed to be annoyed just by his presence. At night, he could hear his parents fighting over his shamefulness.

Kane crept along the top of the tree he had hidden in for the past few minutes, keeping his breathing slow and shallow. The small bead of sweat that trickled down his forehead had to wait; he wouldn't risk his position for such a small matter. He grew into a young man. His hair barely reached his shoulders, a brilliant bright blue. His eyes a grey-blue, almost like his mother's. Becoming taller over the years, he stood just below his father's chin. Like his parents he wore their traditional white clothing, though all he sported today was a white pair of pants.

He waited long enough, and he sprung forward, snarling like a wild animal. Leaping from canopy to canopy through the forest, following his mother's smell to the clearing she had laid down in. Kane flew down from the trees, his mother just below him. Even though he thought he had the upper hand, his mother swiftly stood up on all fours. She quickly changed her phase from wolf to human in a matter of seconds, taking the broad side of her hand across Kane's face. Throwing her poor son across the field; if it wasn't for the tree in the way, he would have been lost deep within the forest.

Kane lay motionless for a while, concern started to overtake Emily, she slowly walked up to where her son lay, and she gently tapped him with her boot. Kane didn't budge, just as Emily bent down to place her ears against her son's chest to listen for a heartbeat, Kane sprung forward, moving around behind his mother placing her in a death grip around the neck. Kane wrapped his legs around his mother's causing both to fall on their knees. Emily tried to shake her son from her back, but Kane's grip was too tight. Emily banged her fists into the ground as a sign of her giving in, though Kane didn't let go.

"I'm not falling for that!" Kane laughed, not noticing that his mother's pulse in her neck was slowly dying under his arms.

Emily choked and tried to speak, but Kane's arms were too tight against her neck. Something within Kane was changing, he could feel it, and whatever it was he didn't want it to stop. He tightened his grip on his mother and if it hadn't been for his uncle, Emily would have surely died at the hands of her own son.

Kane's uncle had come to fetch them in time for the celebration. He was hoping to see the two sparring, or taking a break from their 'training' as his brother liked to call it. Instead he saw the back of Kane and Emily on her knees beating her fists into the ground. Faster in his wolf phase he changed and charged at his nephew. He rammed his blunt head into his side, knocking him over, cracking a single rib as he did so. Kane shrieked out in pain and quickly held his side rolling on the ground. His uncle changed back quickly to his human phase and just stared down. He hadn't meant to hurt him, in seconds Emily was by her son's side, trying to soothe him.

"What were you thinking Spencer?" Emily scorned as she scooped her son up in her arms.

"I panicked Em, what would you have me do? He wasn't going to stop." He defended.

"He would have stopped." Emily turned to look at him as she carried Kane back to the village, Spencer following closely behind.

"He wasn't going to Em; his bones will heal. But he was going to kill you." He said, walking beside her, looking down at Kane whose face scrunched up with pain, he moaned slightly and held his side tighter.

"Then you should have let him! He wasn't meaning me any harm." Emily paused for a second and glared at him hard.

"I'm sorry, next time I might…" He bowed his head to his sister-in-law and for the rest of the way they briskly walked in silence.

By the time they reached the village the celebration was well under way, the music playing loud as people cheered and danced joyfully. There was a large fire near the crowd and the smell of cooked meats filled the air. All those things didn't matter, and the people stopped dancing, the music stopped playing as Emily rushed her son into her house. The people of the village stood where they had frozen, Spencer stood outside on the front steps of the house waiting. Then the yelling rose throughout the house, the village people all looked at one another and departed. They blew out the fires, packing up their instruments and the food. Spencer stood on the porch knowing that soon his brother would come out and demand his presence.

He could hear them yell things such as 'what happened', 'not his fault', 'his rib', and what he feared to hear most, his name. The second he heard it, the door flung open and in the doorway stood Voltaire. His face was blood-red, and he stood with his arm outstretched in the doorway the other on his hip.

"Get in…" He gritted his teeth.

Without hesitation Spencer did as he was told and walked in, he didn't fear his younger sister, but he did feel bad for hurting his nephew.

"What the hell happened?" Voltaire asked, crossing his arms over his chest his cape billowing behind him.

"I went to get them, just as you told me too. When I got there, I saw Kane choking Emily, he wasn't going to stop Voltaire! I think he might've been feeling the change. It was the only thing I could think of to do, to make him release Emily." He explained, and he noticed Voltaire looked pleased at the mentioning of Kane feeling the change.

"Why didn't you just allow him to finish the change?" Voltaire asked; his hateful tone vanished. His brother just gave him a questioning look and went to speak but was cut off when Kane pulled back the curtain to his room and stepped out. A bandage wrapped around his torso, and his left arm in a sling.

"Dad it's alright, mom was able to give me an elixir, she said the bone will heal quickly." Kane said, looking up at the other men who were just slightly taller than him.

"You were starting to change…" Voltaire breathed out and he shook his head with exasperation. "All that time preparing for tonight wasted!" He yelled as he walked to his bedroom, pulling at his hair in frustration.

Kane and his uncle looked at each other briefly then back to his father, both just shook their heads. Then Spencer motioned for him to follow him out on the front porch.

Spencer wasn't built the same as his younger brother, neither looked the same either expect for their snow-white wolf-ears upon their heads. He was a tall burly man, having been trained as a warrior for their pack. Blonde hair stuck around his face and neck, broad shoulders a covered by a simple white vest that hung open displaying his toned chest. His eyes were a dull blue-grey, shimmering with the guilt he felt for hurting his nephew.

"I didn't mean to hurt you Kane. I was scared that you were going to kill your mother." He explained, glancing at Kane's arm in the sling.

"Don't worry about it Spence. It'll heal in time." He brushed the air with his good hand, "Besides, if you didn't do what you did, I don't think I would have stopped… something happened… I don't know if it was the change or not, it wasn't painful." He bit his lip, trying not to think about the wonderful yet almost deadly sensation he had.

"Well, I'm glad you're okay with what happened. Seeing as how; you're the one on the worse end of this whole thing." He scratched the back of his head and leaned off the railing.

"I'm just fine, it's mom I'm worried about..." He glanced at the front door and hung his head, holding the arm in the sling.

"It's getting worse, isn't it? You know you can come live with me, maybe that'll help them." Spencer suggested.

"That's almost saying I'm the reason they're fighting." Kane laughed, a hint of knowing in his voice.

"I'm just saying, if you need a quiet place to stay"- The front door opened, cutting his words short.

They turned quickly to look at Voltaire, he stood in the doorway for a second and stepped out. He stood between his brother and son, looking at Kane with a sneer, then to his brother.

"I need your help." With that he walked off the porch.

Spencer gave a questionable look to Kane, who only shrugged and went through the open door into the house, closing it as Spencer walked behind his brother into the night.

As Kane shut the door his mother came up behind him in the room, "Son, I want you to know that this is not your fault." Her voice was raspy, and her eyes red, as if she had been crying. Kane went to ask why his mother's face was so red, but as he opened his mouth to speak Emily held a hand up and Kane closed his mouth.

"Don't blame yourself for any of this… Understand me? Just, be a good boy. Okay?" Kane nodded, but was confused. "Off to bed with you now." Emily leaned over and hugged her son tight, walked out the door, closing it hard behind her.

Kane stood for a short while till he shrugged it off and did as his mother commanded. As he lay in his bed, he tossed and turned, his mother's saddened face not leaving his mental photo album. He pulled his rabbit pelt blanket close to his neck, only able to lie on his back due to the pain in his side. The soft fur from his blanket gave him no comfort. Sick of feeling anxious he threw off the blanket and marched out of his room. It was dark inside his home; his parents didn't seem to be in yet, although they had been gone for hours.

With the wolf blood running through his veins his sight in the dark was well off. Without a stumble or fall he made his way out of the house and into the woods. Following his mother's all too familiar scent.

It didn't take him too long to have followed the trail completely. Being led back to the field where he and his mother had trained earlier that day. He heard shouting in the clearing, and crept low to the ground, best he could without hurting his self. The voices got higher, louder, and meaner the longer he stayed there. His father was the loudest, his mother barely spoke, and his uncle sounded like he was choking on sobs.

"He's just a boy Voltaire; he hasn't even changed phases yet. How can you ask me to do that to him?" Spencer pleaded.

"He is my son, MINE! I will have him do whatever I want! You are a part of this pack, and I am the leader of this forsaken pack. So, you will do what I say!" Voltaire bellowed, shaking with anger, and stomping his foot.

Kane moved slightly causing the bushes and grass to rustle under him. He quickly looked up; the only one that seemed to have heard was his mother. Her head slightly turned over her shoulder, then back to watching her husband act like a lunatic.

"But to ask him to go on a rampage with squad 34 is suicide for the boy." Spencer calmly said.

"You MUST not be getting it brother…. I want him to change, he needs to change. And I think; if he is put in a high tense state he will phase over. Just like when he almost 'killed' Emily." Voltaire said crossing his arms and brushed his hair out of his face.

Emily shifted where she stood and slightly looked over her shoulder. Kane hadn't left, Emily's heart seemed to tighten in her chest.

"You could cause him to change, but he could turn mad… If I have a whole squad with me, I can't focus my attention on one person, who may happen to change for the first time." Spencer rubbed his head; he was tired, even more tired of listening to his brother's crazy ideas.

The bushes rustled again, and Emily wasn't the only one to hear it. Voltaire smirked and muttered under his breath. "I'm tired of this."

With one swift move, he crossed the field over to his wife, sticking a long-pointed dagger through her stomach. She just stood there, blood pouring down her white overcoat, dripping off the blades tip that stuck out her back. Spencer stood there motionless, speechless; unsure of what he was seeing was truly happening before his eyes. Kane sprung from where he had hidden, his eyes wide filling with tears as a familiar sensation started to course through his body. He clenched his fists, ignoring the pain he felt in his side and arm that had been in the sling.

He watched his father pull the dagger from his mother's stomach; Emily fell to her knees before Voltaire. His eyes locking onto Kane and raising his arm high, he swept the dagger across Emily's neck. Spencer screamed loudly as Emily's head rolled off her shoulders. Kane saw red, as smog started to circle his feet and over take his body. Voltaire's smile widened as his son start to change phases.

His body convulsed with the sound of bones snapping with Spencer's screams. A mournful cry escaped Kane's lips as his body hit the ground hard, soon he was on his hands and knees. Panting heavily as the surrounding smog started to form into the shape of a wolf, from black it turned white. The smog enclosed him and stuck to his body, turning into a white patch of fur till it covered his entire body. Before both men he stood on all fours as a fully changed wolf.

"See what I mean?" Voltaire began to walk up to Kane, looking back at his brother with a look of accomplishment plastered to his face.

Spencer was down by Emily's body, holding it in his arms sobbing. Voltaire sniffed and turned his attention to his son. He got down on his knees in front of him, placing his hands on his broad neck. Their gaze met, his grey-blue eyes filled with sadness as his were filled with joy. He ran his fingers through his soft white fur.

"Don't be sad my son. She knew what she was doing. She did it out of love, for you. She made this sacrifice, so you could be like us. Finally, you are a fully changed wolf." Voltaire said as he marveled at his new son, looking over his beautiful and lush fur. His legs shook, even in this phase he felt weak and his sides pounded with pain.

"Why!" Spencer stood, his fists clenched tightly.

"Oh, that's right. Your still here…" Voltaire said with disdain as he stood up turning around to meet his brother's hateful gaze.

"I don't get it Voltaire… What would make you think killing Emily would make him change? Why would you even do that?" He asked; tears started to roll down his cheeks.

"She was in my way. I have plans for this pack, for all the ones like us. We have been ordained by the gods with this perfect gift. The human's fear us and I plan to show them just how frightening we can be." Voltaire laughed, clutching his stomach for emphasis.

Spencer's stomach tightened, "What are you planning to do? Are you trying to start a war with the humans? We've lived in peace with them for years, countless years. You would be undoing everything the gods did for us. Why the hell would you even think this?" Spencer asked stepping forward.

Voltaire wiped the fake tears from his eyes and stopped laughing long enough to answer his brother.

"Simple, although what the gods have done is nothing short of gracious, the humans still hate us. Through their fear they hunt us and kill us, and we should retaliate. Yes, not all humans harm us but soon they will all turn on us. She was not for my plan, so I got rid of her. I just did it, so it benefited me in more ways than one." He motioned towards Kane, who was still shaking slightly with his head low. He could hardly hear what they said, and his new wolf-like ears still had blood on them from where they had protruded out the top of his head.

"I was going to kill her either way." Voltaire smiled as he stroked Kane's fur.

"You're sick Voltaire… No one will agree to this war you want." Spencer scorned, pointing his finger at Voltaire.

"I'm sure they will, when I tell them that not only did humans kill my wife, beloved by all, but her brother-in-law as well. They declared war first." Voltaire's evil smirk found its way back to his lips and he gripped the dagger he had used on Emily tightly, as he went to lunge himself at Spencer.

A loud nasty snarl broke the tension filled silence as Voltaire had gone to attack Spencer, his leg being ripped out from under him and his body tossed across the field. Blood poured out of Kane's mouth; he stood in front of Spencer panting heavily his legs feeling as if they were going to give out on him at any moment.

"How dare YOU!" Voltaire screamed as he pushed himself off the ground, picking up the dagger he had dropped while flying. Blood pouring out of the bite wounds his son had left.

"Kane, you need to get out of here." Spencer stepped forward, regaining his mental abilities from the shock of the moment. Kane didn't move, instead he gently nipped Spencer's pant leg and pulled him forward.

Voltaire stood and watched them, as Kane started pulling Spencer away from the field, Voltaire's eyes widened.

"Where do you think you're going? You can't leave!" He yelled and threw the dagger, he felt weak, and the wound on his leg was bleeding like a waterfall. He was light-headed, it hurt to even stand on the leg Kane had grabbed.

Spencer allowed Kane to pull them away from the field and his crazy brother, as they disappeared into the forest he could hear Voltaire screaming and whaling.

"You can run, but I will always find you! My war will come!"